To Heather's place

Both were seated when Heather started the engine. "It will take us 15 or 20 minutes to my place", she looked at Adam. The seat belt pressed against his still erect cock, making him clearly uncomfortable.

"Ok, cool" Adam still seemed too shy to start a conversation, so Heather turned on the radio and started to drive.

Adam was content to watch Heather. Her long hair and beautiful green eyes. And especially her breasts, heaving up and down every time she took a breath. While Adam focused on Heather, she focused on the traffic, only giving him occasional glances and smiles, letting him know that she enjoyed the attention. Time seemed to fly, and before Adam knew it they had arrived at a small house with a well cared for dooryard.

When Adam unfastened the seat belt to get out of the car, he realized that he was still hard. Heather, who could see his distress and smirked, again took his hand and guided him inside. "Come on, don't be shy, nobody will be home. We got a few hours all to our self. Let me show you my room."

Adam had never been in a girls room before, not counting his sister's, which he knew was full of cheerleading posters, famous singers and actors. He had expected something similar here, just without the cheerleading related stuff, and at first glance his expectations were met. A pink couch, but otherwise white furniture, a computer desk, a small double bed, a big wardrobe with an mirror. Apparently nothing out of the ordinary.